Pleasure beyond the body

It was a strange act. Diana wondered if there was anything more pleasurable and more... invasive and relaxing, but still a meeting with her most personal place.

Diana should have wanted safety. She should have wanted a bed full of rose petals. With her mind and her panties in the right place, but why did it feel so good?...

Her knees were on his suit, her waist and body supported by his hands, her exposed breasts were kissed and desired so much that Diana bit her lip every minute.

His cock didn't stop on the way. It went up to her belly. It pierced her completely, thick and veiny, with the veins pulsing in a hot and wet mess.

She felt every part of it, but from the abdomen down, nothing seemed to be hers.

Even supported, her waist trembled and moved on him. Almost asking for more, her pussy tightened around him. He didn't stop thrusting, so she didn't stop squeezing him. Taking everything from him.

He wanted her naked in a cold alley, that's how it was. In exchange for the panties he pulled down and the clothes he took off, Diana would take everything from him.

Her veins were pulsing, the pleasure was making her delirious, but her eyes still looked from side to side.

Diana felt like a pervert. Her belly was a mess, he was there going in and out with his wet penis.

Her pride was surrendered to that man, and she continued to look around as if it mattered.

'Maybe it does matter... Fear, shame and pleasure. Is there anything better to calm all the anger this man makes me feel?", with a smile on her lips, leaning on a sea of messy hair, Diana felt complete.

The bites on her nipples didn't stop and the thrusts were more aggressive and pleasurable, a fight full of cut breaths, with the cold on her bare skin mixing with the heat of her blood.

She boiled with desire, feeling loved and desired. In ecstasy, about to cum.

While his penis throbbed, wet and hot, going in and out of her vagina while the tip reached her uterus as if already warning her of what was to come.

She didn't care about waiting for him. He came, making everything pinker. The alley disappeared from her eyes while her body spasmed with gratitude.

He continued aggressively for two or three more times, releasing everything inside her until her waist stopped and she went down, wrapping him up to the root.

Her knees bent, their bodies They came together and she completely forgot where she was.

The excitement still ran through her body, her thoughts were a complete void and the kisses he gave her face tasted like honey.

Diana took advantage of the peace and coldness on her skin to warm herself against his body.

"This is my first time doing it outside."

"Mine too," he answered simply.

Diana didn't believe it.

"How many times?", his question was soft.

He took his time analyzing her eyes. Then he looked down, counting the fingers on both hands, slowly making her wait.Diana watched like a patient predator.

"I think..."

"You idiot womanizer, I don't want to hear..."

"There are two."

"What?!"

"Two women in my life. Two first times. I'm no saint, but I don't have the desire to have sex just for fun. I want to imprint my scent, my kiss, even my heat on your body."

"And 'she'?"

"You're my first time."

"That doesn't answer it..."

"It does answer it. We didn't do this for a while, did we? I'm not ashamed to say that I had sex before this and that I liked it. But I consider you my first time. Is that enough?"

"Yes. But..."

"No buts. As long as I'm having sex with you, I won't think about anyone else. I promise I've never compared you two..."

"How did you know?"

"But if you really want to compete... I think if you get on all fours for me, like you came into the world in this dark alley, I think I might fall in love." She smiled and kissed him.

The thought gave her goosebumps so she preferred the warmth of his embrace. It was wonderful to feel accepted. Even if her fiancé was a bit...

"Pervert. I think you're a bad element in my life," he stroked her hair. It was his and he still treated it as if it were strands of gold. A knowing smile and a welcoming hug were all she had.

"Are you sure I'm the only one?" Diana snorted. "Is there anyone else here?"

"Well, there's a couple having sex in the house around the corner," Diana froze in place. For some reason she became aware of her bare waist and the hot cock rubbing against it. "Can you hear that? You don't spy on others, do you?"

"Ha! As if I wanted to. People are natural rabbits, but that's all they are. It's annoying to realize that most of them only do the same old mommy and daddy thing or go on all fours." She pushed herself off his chest a little. She couldn't hide her amused smile, but she was still curious.

"That's what you get for spying. And what else?" Under that gaze and on him, Diana felt that he knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Sometimes there are some really crazy couples." She waited, but Nero didn't seem willing to open his mouth.

"What? I don't remember other people's sex, if I paid attention to all of them I'd be asking for sex every day."

"And what's the problem with that?"

"Ah... What's the problem, right?"

He moved a little, Diana could still feel the wind on her skin, that part of her body really shouldn't be so exposed.

"See for yourself."

Without waiting for anything, he lifted her waist while kissing her neck. In an instant she felt the pain, almost familiar. Diana felt like a sadomasochist for wanting more of that.

Her eyes blinked, her mind didn't. In the next instant, it was as if she was floating in the air. Her vision was different, like a state-of-the-art camera. Her ears were sensitive and best of all, she could still feel her man penetrating her while doing so.

They were in such a deep connection that she didn't even care about being there, she didn't worry or feel afraid. She felt him in every part of her body. Literally, he was hugging her. He bit her neck like the lover who always stole her lips and fucked her as if he was playing a little with her fragile body.

How did she know that?

Watching everything from above.